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1In Scarlet Town, where I was born,
2There was a fair maid dwellin',
3Made ev'ry youth cry "Well-a-day!"
4Her name was Barb'ra Allen.
5
6All in the merry month of May
7When green buds they were swellin',
8Young Jemmy Grove on his death-bed lay
9For love of Barb'ra Allen.
10
11Then slowly, slowly she came up,
12And slowly she came nigh him,
13And all she said when there she came
14"Young man, I think you're dying".
15
16As she was walking o'er the fields
17She heard the dead-bell knellin',
18And ev'ry stroke the dead-bell gave
19Cried "Woe to Barb'ra Allen!"
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21When he was dead and laid in grave
22Her heart was struck with sorrow.
23"O mother, mother, make my bed,
24For I shall die tomorrow."
25
26"Farewell," she said, "ye virgins all,
27And shun the fault I fell in;
28Henceforth take warning by the fall
29Of cruel Barb'ra Allen."

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